Friday, March 14, 2014

THE .357 RETIREMENT PLAN

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

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Come on, you don’t honestly believe that Social Security is going to be around when you retire. You know how career politicians operate. Any money would have long ago been pilfered by elected officials.

Even if you manage to conceal your assets from the tax collector and to hide away some savings in a personal bank account, you can only expect the funds to be embezzled by an ambitious speculator. By now, you have got to realize that any investment banker will steal everything you deposit. You might think that buying precious metals might leave you a little something for those terminal years of life – but only a fool would imagine that you are actually going to get genuine gold for your cash. Get real, there is not going to be anything for you when you retire.

Surely you might as well enjoy a life of leisure right now rather than wait until you have reached a future state of decrepitude. Why save money for a dream home on the golf course when Alzheimer’s will probably take you down before you can even sink the first put? Enjoy your free time right now rather than having to wait until you are drooling your days away in some hospice. You don’t need investments for your “golden years”; you only need a graceful exit strategy.

The only senior benefit that you should bank on is a working firearm. The only old-age plan that you should depend upon is a well-oiled revolver. The most certain retirement program is a loaded .357 magnum. The only pension package that you should trust is a box of cartridges.

Especially if you are going to be using your handgun for home defense as well, the .357 is going to be a far superior weapon; stopping power just doesn’t get any better. If you were to purchase some 140 to 180 grain bullets for the magnum, you would have, in my estimation, the finest revolver ever devised by man. If, however, money is tight, and if you are living in an apartment, it might be best to keep the .38 for now.

Don't read more into it than what I say, but aren't you too trusting in firepower? You yourself say one shouldn't expect death to be benign; but aren't you overlooking the potential experience of tearing apart the center of your nervous system? It might be but the blink of an eye, yet a hell beyond the sum of one's preceding suffering in that moment. Or worse, it might take that box of cartridges to ram through the layers. And even worse, it might only be the hemorrhage following one's last shot, that finally puts one to rest.

True, there is always the possibility of mishap with guns (be it human, mechanical or chemical), but there are fewer possible failure points than allowing nature to take its course. Ultimately, you live or die according to statistics, and firearms simply give you better odds.

Better odds at dying, yes. But what do the statistics tell about the level of pain involved? It's tempting to assume control over one's destiny with the means in one's own possession: in Japan, those who lived by the way of the sword would use their second, shorter saber, to retire from a disgraceful existence. Seppuku may have had even better statistical chances at death than shooting oneself, but its not a mystery that slicing up one's intestines is profoundly agonising. But when it comes to blowing one's brain out, what do we know about the excruciation involved in succesfully shattering it?

A very interesting question. Obviously we don’t know if there is any agony involved in a successful gunshot to the brain; however, we can be reasonably certain that there isn’t all that much of a duration. Even if that split second is utter torment, it is still preferable to a decade of senile dementia.

Yeah. And preferable to being eletrocuted, falling from great heights on concrete, eaten alive by a shark or something. I fully agree to it, and seeing my grand parent these days stuttering and not being able to follow us anymore I have said - I´m not gonna be like that if I can do something about it.

Because you get fed-up. Because you get tired of life. Ever quit a job, even though you haven’t got any money, simply because you can’t take working for an asshole boss another day? Ever break-up with a girlfriend, even though you won’t have anyone to fuck, simply because you can’t stand being around her? Ever not eat a meal you have just microwaved, even though you’ll go to bed hungry, simply because you are bored with the same old stuff? Never said the afterlife will be better – but sometimes you have just had enough of existence.

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